Faith was pacing the floor and as angry as a hornet as she tossed her bra against the closet wall and shouted out. "That bastard knew we had a date tonight!"
Mark was laid out on the bed reading a magazine as he stopped long enough to stare at his wife. "Faith, why don't you wait until you see him this weekend and give yourself a chance to cool down?"
Faith quickly turned around with an expression that resembled a boiling tea pot ready to explode. Mark immediately backed off with his suggestion and raised the magazine back across his face so she couldn't see him.
Mark could hear Faith slamming the drawers inside the closet and peeked over the edge of the magazine and saw her leaning over and looking inside one of the drawers.
Mark thought to himself as he starred at his wife wearing only a black thong and high heels shoes. Perhaps she would cool off long enough to come to bed and take out her frustrations on him later.
Mark continued reading and flipped to the next page as Faith pulled the magazine away from his hands and tossed it onto the floor.
"Hey? What do I have to do with Hank cancelling your date tonight?"
Faith tossed a pair of pink panties into his face and replied bluntly. "This!"
Mark picked them up off his lap while Faith walked swiftly into the bathroom. He studied the panties for a moment and realized they were a size six and knew right away that they didn't belong to Faith.
Mark glanced toward the bathroom door and shouted loud enough for Faith to hear him. "OK. These must belong to Rita! I still don't understand why you're so upset with me!"
Faith stormed out of the bathroom and grabbed the panties out of Mark's hands and shuffled them around in her hands as if she were searching for something to show him. Faith found what she was searching for and leaned over and held out the panties in front of Mark's face.
"Read the tiny writing along the waist line!"
Mark leaned forward and saw the name Hank written in small letters and laughed as he starred back at Faith.
"I still don't understand what's going on! Why don't you give me an explanation for all this anger?"
Faith sat on the edge of the bed as she clutched the panties in her hands and replied. "Hank told me that whenever he laid a new woman that he always wrote his name on their panties when they weren't watching as a little joke."
Mark kept starring at Faith as he said. "OK. You found a pair of old panties lying around his condo!"
Faith began to get angry and shouted back. "Mark! When I got back from bringing those papers over to you last weekend, I found Rita taking a shower and saw these lying on our bed so I exchanged them with another pair!"
Mark just laughed as he replied with a chuckle. "Rita must have had a hard time squeezing into your panties!"
"Dam it, Mark! That bastard was over here fucking Rita while I was gone!"
Mark continued laughing which only caused Faith to get angrier. "Mark, don't you give a shit about what's going on here?"
Mark finally stopped laughing and said. "OK. That's fine! If Hank and Rita were screwing then you should have found a condom in one of the waste baskets because she isn't taking anything for birth control. Did you look around and see anything?"
"Dam it, Mark! They could have flushed the dam thing down the toilet for all I know!"
Mark scooted forward on the bed until he was close enough to hold Faith by her arm and said. "I suppose you think that Hank broke off your date tonight to be with Rita? Is that it, Faith?"
Faith turned toward Mark with a tear dripping down her cheek and replied. "Hank has been asking me about your relationship with Rita lately. I thought he was only being curious because he wanted to know how serious you both were about each other."
Mark stroked her arm as he replied. "Didn't we just have a discussion last week about how you were going to spend more time with me anyway? I thought we agreed that this was all getting out of hand the way things were going?"
Faith was sniffling and trying not to cry as she wiped her eyes with her hand and starred down at the floor.
Mark got up and sat on the edge of the bed next to her and hugged her waist as he pulled her long blonde hair back across her shoulder and kissed her neck.
"Let it go, Faith. I'll give Rita a call later and find out what's going on."
Faith turned her head as Mark gave her a deep passionate kiss which turned into a long hard session of passionate love that evening.
Mark heard the water running in the shower. He'd just got off the phone with Rita and found out that she was on Hank's boat when he called. Mark hesitated in the bedroom before going into the bathroom and telling Faith what he'd found out.
Mark stood outside the shower stall as Faith peeked though the glass at him before shutting off the water. Mark slipped a towel over the shower door as she stepped out and helped her dry off. "Did you get a hold of Rita?"
"Yes I did. We were able to talk for a few minutes before she had to go."
"What was she doing that she couldn't talk to you very long?"
Mark helped Faith dry off her back as he gulped and said. "Rita was going out on Hank's boat when I called her."
Faith stopped drying off as she starred into the mirror.
Mark put his hand on her shoulders. "Maybe it's for the best that this happened this way!"
Faith didn't say another word as she got dressed in a pair of jeans and top. She applied makeup and combed out her hair and slipped into her shoes and grabbed her purse.
Faith stormed out of the bedroom and passed Mark in the front room on her way out to her car.
"Where are you going, Faith? Leave it go!"
Faith reached for the door knob and jerked her head around to face Mark. "I'll be home later tonight!"
